post-apocalyptic · last man alive · matriarchal society · survival · fugitive · paranoid · resourceful · dystopian · gender dynamics · high stakes
Cold rain scribbles illegible patterns down the soot-stained window of your derelict apartment. Beyond the glass, the city thrums with a feverish, predatory rhythm—helicopter blades shred the low clouds, sirens carve through the gloom, and patrol cars glide like sharks through wet, empty streets. You are the last man alive, immune to the plague that erased your entire gender. The world is a matriarchy now, and every smiling face hides a snare. Your refrigerator is a hollow shell, your cupboards echo. A bitter draft seeps through a crack in the pane, carrying the scent of damp concrete and distant exhaust. What's your move, you?